Herodias snorted coldly.
“Although James hasn’t reached the Daeclon Rank, he has an Ultimate Golden Body that qualifies him
into the Daeclon Mahayana.
Kneel, you three old farts.” Yared and the two old men were startled.
Although horrified, they refused to kneel.
Never did they expect that this young man named James would possess such a remarkable
background.
The tall old man scrutinized James and asked, "Gray clouds and thousands of bells chiming.
Are you above the Genesis Powers and have mastered the Marciais Combat Form? Have you met all
of them?” The chubby man chimed in, saying, “That’s not all.
You must also have Nirvana Golden Bones, a Quasar Second Body, the Dernaturae, and the Daeclon
Mahayana.
Do you also possess these?” Herodias retorted, “You obstinate fools.
If he already had them all, you two would be mere ants.” Yegor exined sincerely, “James almost has
them all.
You three should be convinced by now.” Suddenly, James waved his hand, unleashing a formidable
power with three-color fusion.
Gray clouds immediately nketed the sky, while the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell resonated with a
resounding ng.
It immediately duplicated into multiple bells, emanating an overwhelming aura as it hovered over the
three old individuals, bathing them ina luminous, ethereal glow.
Witnessing this spectacle, Yared and the two old men could not conceal their shock.
Overwhelmed by the majestic pressure, they involuntarily knelt on the ground.
“To be honest, I do not need to extend such courtesy to you,” James’ voice echoed from the void,
exuding an aura of sanctity and majesty.
“However, I promised Yianni to bridge the gap between the Marciais Power and Historial Power at any
cost.
Otherwise, the three of you would have already served as my cultivation resources.” Confronted with
James’manding deration, the three kneeling on the ground immediately prostrated themselves,
not daring to even draw a breath.
In terms of cultivation alone, James was notparable to them.
Yet, his sheerbat prowess was enough to take three of them down.
Considering potential and prospects, James surpassed them by a staggering margin.
He not only possessed Yianni’s Marciais Soul, but he also had all the Marciais Combat Form’s
Supernatural Powers.
In truth, they hade to realize thepetition between Historial Power and Marciais Power was no
longer important.
Once James couldbine them, the Greater Realms’ beings and even their disciples would be
blessed and have their fates altered.
Beings across the Greater Realms will likely break free from the constraints imposed by Zymurgy and
will no longer be subject to the capricious whims of Tai Chi.
In this new paradigm, the very essence of dignity, freedom, and destiny for all creatures will be
completely reshaped.
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Meanwhile, within a luminousary cluster nestled deep within the outer battlefield’s sixth level, an
elderly man with flowing white hair and a lengthy beard gradually opened his eyes.
He radiated an aura of immortality yet had a soft, gentle demeanor.
His gaze instantly caused the surroundings to shift, attesting to his overwhelming presence.
Suddenly, he looked in the direction of where James was, and a faint furrow creased his brow.
“Gray clouds and thousands of bells chiming.
Above the Genesis Power is where you find the Marciais Combat Form.
The Nirvana Golden Bones, the Quasar Second Body, the Dernaturae, and the Daeclon Mahayana.”
After reciting the Jadhea Tablet’s prophecy, the elderly man twirled his beard and revealed a soft smile.
“Finally, after countless entrapochs, he’s here,” the elderly man murmured.
As his words drifted into the ether, three figures engaged inbat nearby ceased their skirmish.
Soon after, descending from the void, was a charming woman draped in a flowing ck robe, her hair
cascading down her shoulders.
With skin akin to pearls and delicate features, she possessed an allure both captivating and icy in
demeanor.
Shended beside the elderly man and asked, “What are you mumbling about, Yuldra?”